There's the silhouette
of two broken angels on the wall,
and I guess that's us.
Before,
before you even speak,
promise me you'll leave here
without ever remembering the roads to return.
I burnt out all the candles, at the reception
praying for faith and hope and deliverance,
a single white dove and a symphony of angels
to save us from this.
Cause Babe, I've been loving you forever
and now it just breaks me to speak,
but we've thrashed each other
around these walls so long;
it's hard to remember a time
when we could just talk.
My throat's burnt out from the fighting
and there's nothing left in here
to give to you from inside.
For all these years we've given up,
and broken down, risen up and beaten love
to find each other again;
now I can't even look you in the eyes
or find the words to say good-bye.
Darlin', no matter what the final words
remember they'll fade to grey.
Just as the credits will roll...
till everything we were to each other
will fall between dreams and memories,
and the I love you's we've been screaming
will find a fresh face.
But we're leaving empty,
except for this solid love
that's hollowed us on the insides.
I know it's hard, but it's hard... we walk away.
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